I read "monkey vaginas" and thought you were going back to the strip club

Hello all,

I have returned from the cesspool of geriatrics that is Lake Worth, FL ( the town where my parents live) and needless to say it was marginally unbearable for the most part. I did have some fun involving drinking quarties of Budweiser in a park while writing music. Also, I discovered that mixing about 18 ounces of vodka with an rt44 Cherry Limeade from Sonic is pretty much one of the best cocktails ever. Oh, and I guess on the most interesting note, I went to a strip club for the first time on Thanksgiving night.

I guess this was pretty interesting. I mean, it certainly wasn't the ideal strip club. I mean this in the sense that it was pretty much the b-squad on, and 70 percent of the naked people there really should just never get naked outside of the comfort of their own trailer. It was a little unnerving, but at least I went mostly just to say that I had, and not to actually enjoy myself as some of these troglodytes were doing. One thing I did notice was how horrible of a smell I had caked to me after I left. I wasn't alive for the Great Depression (although I might soon be), but I have a feeling if it had a smell, that strip club probably came as close as possible to achieving it.

In other news, today is my 20th birthday. So far, it's had it's ups and downs I suppose. Mostly downs actually. I was stuck staying up all night doing two papers that I thought were due, when in reality, only one of them was. However, I'm not too worried about this. I ingested enough coffee last night to roughly equate to an 8-ball of coke, so today was at least marginally possible in that I was able to stay awake. Just as I started an energy crash, I was about to head home. Then, I ran into someone from my class. Who told me that apparently our class was not canceled. Yeah. I think the last time I was this broken hearted was when Jerry Rice got traded from the 49ers. That was a disappointing day in my 5th grade life. Sigh.

Anyway, Cynic put out the best metal album of the year. It's called Traced in Air. Get it now. It's my birthday. I'm going to Hooters and getting drunk. TESTOSTERONE FUCK YES.

-Joe